Psalms 127

Unless **YHWH** builds the house, those who build it labor in vain (*shav*), and unless **YHWH** watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain; it is futile to rise early and toil anxiously, for he gives sleep to his beloved.[1][2] Behold, children are a heritage from **YHWH**, the fruit of the womb a reward, like arrows in a warrior's hand, and blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them, as they will not be ashamed in facing enemies at the gate.[1][5]

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